If, in the silent mind of One all-pure, At first imagin'd lay The sacred world; and by procession sure From those still deeps, in form and colour drest, Seasons alternating, and night and day,...
I've gotten it, thanks to your courtesy; And I have read it twenty times or so: Thus much may your sharp snarling profit you, As food our flesh filled to satiety....
In those good days when we were young and wise, You spake to music, you with the thoughtful eyes, And God looked down from heaven, pleased to hear A young man's song arise so firm and clear....
I passed by the house one summer day, Morning sunshine upon it lay; Toward the windows that blood-red burned Flaming my soul was turned, was turned. There spring had found me...
I pluck Summer blossoms, And think of rich bosoms-- The bosoms I've leaned on, and worshipped, and won. The rich valley lilies, The wood daffodillies, Have been found in our rambles when Summer begun....
Moore found the ballads of Green Isle Were oft obscured beneath the soil, As miner digging in a mine Finds rubbish 'mong the gold so fine, So Moore placed dross in the waste basket...
Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady;...
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand - No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned; But haply may I fancy they Are men of different stripe...
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom, Forced to descend into his destined tomb A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,...
Is there room for the poet, fair Canada's sons. To live his strange life, and to warble his songs, To follow each current of thought as it runs, And to sing of your victories, glories and wrongs? ...